"Mother." Ruyu held the summer clothes just sent by the Siyi Bureau and waited quietly under the eaves of the Buddhist hall.

The spring has passed quietly, and the mirror lake in front of the Buddha hall is sparsely beaten with a few hibiscus buds, which are particularly beautiful under the sun.

Five years have passed, and the scenery in the palace is still the same, and it is only the people who have changed. The queen is decadent, the Qing concubine loses power, Concubine Rong has sprung up, Du Yunjin has hidden in the Buddhist hall, and the East Palace is the world of Liang Naixin alone. Ruyu wanted to follow Du Yunjin to the Buddha Hall, firstly, to show the true character of a loyal servant, and secondly, to help that person monitor Du Yunjin's every move nearby. She thought that the incident of that night, even if Du Yunjin was suspicious of her involvement, she would still use a veteran like her when the people in the palace were unavailable, but what she didn't expect was that Du Yunjin chose to refuse.

Not only Ruyu, Du Yunjin refused everyone to follow her to the Buddhist hall to cultivate, she said that since it was a Qing cultivation, she could be her alone.

Ruyu had no choice but to receive the errand of delivering food and things to Du Yunjin every day at Guo Housheng's side, and he was the closest person to serve Du Yunjin.

The closed door in front of him rarely opened, at least Ruyu never saw it. She couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and she also quietly hid in the corner and waited after leaving the food basket by the door, but all she waited for was a bright wrist, carrying the food basket into the house, and she still didn't see Du Yunjin a glance from beginning to end.

Du Yunjin was like the white clouds on the horizon, quietly drifting through the sky of the East Palace, as if he had left no traces.

"Hold it aside."

There was a sound in the room, faint, like a gust of wind blowing without a trace.

"Yes." Ruyu put Xia Yi at the door of the room according to the old rules, ignored the surprised gaze of the little palace maid behind her, and turned to leave.

"Auntie." Not long after the little palace maid arrived in the East Palace, she was serving Liang Naixin in Linlang Pavilion, but the day before yesterday, she accidentally broke the Qingzhan Lianzhi Armenian Pure White Porcelain and was transferred to Ruyu's side. She was still young when she entered the palace, and she had never heard of the name of the crown princess Du Yunjin, and like most people, she only heard Liang Naixin, the unusually favored prince Liangdi.

Hearing her puzzled tone, Ruyu stopped and looked at her. "What?"

"Auntie, why did the crown princess go to the Buddha Hall?" The little palace maid looked curiously at the Buddhist hall that was already in the distance, she didn't understand why the princess didn't sit with the dignified concubine, but wanted to go to the Buddhist hall to cultivate, and let Liang Nai's heart dominate. If she were to be replaced, she would definitely trample Liang Naixin and others under her feet, besides...... Her face turned red unnaturally, the Crown Prince she had seen was gentle and elegant, with a temperament like jade, and he was a rare beloved.

Ruyu glanced fiercely at the little palace maid, just missing the blush on her cheeks when she lowered her head. "In the palace, if you want to live longer than others, you must remember not to ask things that you shouldn't ask."

The little palace maid looked up in astonishment, looked at Ruyu's back who had already walked away, and looked at the Buddhist hall in the distance behind her in confusion. Shouldn't you ask? So why shouldn't you ask?

When the little palace maid turned around, she found that there was no Ruyu figure in front of her, her face turned pale with fright, and she hurriedly picked up the corner of her skirt and ran away in the direction of the East Palace.

Another one who is overly curious.

Guo Housheng appeared where the little palace maid was standing and shook his head gently. However, this little girl is really similar to her...... He looked up at the sky and fell into his own memories.

In his memory, the little palace maid followed him with the corner of her skirt and kept asking questions, curious about everything, and even some questions were superficial and almost idiotic. But he still took the trouble to explain to her, and his eyes reflected her bright smile, clear and bright, without a trace of earthly troubles and turbidity.

In the courtyard of the Buddhist hall, instead of being planted with flowers of various colors like in other palaces, a row of verdant thin bamboos is planted. It is said that in the previous dynasty, there was a Qin concubine who was very fond of green bamboo, and after moving to the Buddhist hall, the emperor at that time planted a lot of bamboo to show filial piety. Although only these two rows of bamboo remain in the front yard of the Buddhist hall to this day, they still set off the unique tranquility here.

Behind the bamboo bushes, there stood a figure like jade.

He stood there quietly, eternal, as if he had stood there for the rest of his life. His gaze remained on the closed door, waiting for an inadvertent opening. It's good to just have a slit, or to see that one wrist, and let him know that the person inside is alive and well.

Perhaps it was his persistence that moved the heavens, and the door was gently opened, and he saw the familiar wrist sticking out of the door.

She seemed to have lost some weight and paler. When he returned from southern Xinjiang, he almost didn't recognize her because of her tanned complexion, but now her wrists were oozing pale. Yes, how can you keep yourself in the house and not see the sun all day long.

If you can bring her out and take care of her, maybe she can return to the same spirit as before.

In the middle of his mind, his feet were already stretched out forward.

The sound of dead branches being trampled on was especially harsh in the silence of the courtyard. As if frightened, the owner of the browled wrist quickly withdrew his hand.

"Jin'er ......"

He couldn't hide the pain and his voice echoed softly in the air, pounding on her heart one by one.

The hand that was being retracted suddenly froze in mid-air, and Du Yunjin leaned against the door and let out a long sigh. I used to think that this feeling was the whole of life, but now it has become a constant relationship. She hid herself in the Buddhist hall for five years, not asking about the world, avoiding Xiao Yu, avoiding Xiao Shaokang, and hiding from herself.

Xiao Yu didn't stop, but slowly walked towards the door. In the past five years, how many days and nights have he stood quietly in the bamboo bushes like this, peeping at the movements inside, and hiding how much heartache he has. This time, he didn't want to watch her run away anymore, and even if she still wouldn't see him, he wanted to see her more to see if she was still the same as before.

He was getting closer and closer, Du Yunjin hurriedly hid inside the house, and she still had no way to face him. As soon as she saw him, she would think of those unbearable pasts, and think of the innocent life that died because of her.

In the panic, a gust of wind blew for no reason, blowing away the summer clothes that she had not grasped in her hands. Instinctively, she leaned out, only to meet him as he walked slowly.

"Jin'er." Xiao Yu's raised hand stopped in mid-air, he wanted to help pick up a strand of her hair that was blown off by the wind, but he didn't dare to touch her lightly. "Jin'er, don't you want to see me yet?"

Du Yunjin lowered her eyes, she couldn't look at him, because as soon as she saw him, she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms and cry. How could she not want to see him, the person she thought about every day and night was always him. She was afraid that her already filthy self would bring him even more humiliation, and she was afraid that she would see his disgusting gaze one day......

"Jin'er, but I miss you."